A HAUNTED PARTY

 

 

A party at End House.

A surprise party for us.

It’s dark inside.

And deserted.

Look at the curving staircase.

Creepy gargoyle stand guard.

Look over there.

Candles light the way.

Down the long hallway.

Let’s follow them.

A door to the basement.

The door slams shut behind us.

And locks.

The stairs are slippery.

Why are my feet are wet?

We’re standing in cold water.

What’s that noise?

Machines creaking.

Cages are descending.

They have pointy edges.

Circular saws sweep across the water.

Help!

THE DEAD GAME

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CREEPY, CREEPY, SCARY

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Creepy, creepy, scary.

This can become hairy.

The house is haunted and dark.

I came on a simple lark.

But now that I’m here,

I’m frozen with fear.

A party is to be held for us all,

But to evil creatures we might just fall.

Down to the basement we go,

This is silly even I know.

Saws are swinging up ahead,

Looking to chop off a head.

Traps are falling from the low ceiling.

My wet feet are losing all feeling.

We are standing in a pool.

And I feel like a big fool.

We should have gone when we had a chance.

The creatures will make us sing and dance.

The Dead have a morbid sense of humor;

Should have listened to every rumor.

Goodbye to one and all.

I see the bouncing ball.


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TRAPPED

 

 

End House holds us trapped.

Roars fill the inky darkness.

This door must be the wrong one.

Wild animals pace in their cages.

I can feel their hot breath on my neck.

That’s because their cages have opened.

They’re moving closer.

They’re stalking us.

We’re backed against a wall.

I close my eyes.

Then we’re falling.

I can see the ocean below.

Shrieks come from above.

What now?

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A ROOM LIKE NO OTHER

 

WHAT THE HELL?
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    They stepped into a drafty master bedroom,  illuminated by lit candles encircling the canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows were reaching out for her.  She backed away in horror, not knowing if she was imagining them or not.
    She didn’t want to move any closer to the bed, dreading what she might discover there. Anything was possible, from what they had already witnessed in this house. But Todd and Shana kept walking forward. She moved with them toward the bed. 
    What she found there exceeded her wildest expectations. On the white quilt lay a human skeleton with its arms resting at its sides. The skeleton began to bleed, slowly at first, and then profusely from the deep gash in its bones from the long, serrated silver knife sticking out of its chest. In the stream of blood were worms—scores of worms—inching out from the deep hole, spreading across the white cover. 
    Linda couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped. More and more worms were climbing out from the body, falling in groups from the bed to land on the carpet.
    A new doorway emerged on the far side of the room. Enormous worms spread across the floor, their squishy bodies blocking the path to the door. They were circling her feet, trying to climb up her shoes. She stomped her feet to dislodge the worms latching onto her heels.
    Looking over her shoulder, she saw Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like as she stared at the worms crawling closer to her. She wasn’t making a sound, but Linda could hear her shaking—as if her bones were rattling inside her quivering body.
     Impatient with both of them, Todd dragged them through the swarms of worms. Once they were outside the room, Linda gave a sigh of relief.  The persistent worms were locked in the bedroom, behind the door that had concealed itself into the wall.
What was next for them in this creepy house?

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THE SECRETS OF END HOUSE

End House holds secrets.

It holds living beings in its walls.

Creatures dying to get out.

Screaming without sound.

Pushing their arms and legs

through the walls,

hoping to escape.

But there’s no escape.

The guests of the party will

soon discover the sad truth.

No one leaves the house

without resulting consequences.

And some may not leave at all.

Who will live?

Who will die?

Only The Dead know.

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A HOUSE

 

Do you love mazes?

Being lost in the dark.

Searching for an exit.

Only to find more hallways.

More traps.

More illusions.

What if a house was a maze?

Guests trapped inside.

Searching for doors.

Doors leading to more horrors.

Blood.

Welcome to End House

and The Dead Game.

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DANCE WITH US

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Dance with us.

Dance the night away.

At End House.

A house in the woods.

Where the original residents live.

Night is their time

to dance and party.

Your host may be absent.

Traps in the basement.

Illusions upstairs.

The party is about to begin.

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AT YOUR OWN RISK

Enter the mansion at your own risk.

 

What will you find?

You won’t know

until you step inside

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A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN
 
A house balanced at the edge.
Daring all to enter its domain.
A black invitation in hand.
We go to the party.
Faced with deadly traps.
We run for our lives.
Down the rocks.
To the beach.
Winds bashing our faces.
Lightning lighting our way.
To the park.
To a gazebo lit by candles. 
A hanging body inside.
Will this night ever end?
 
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TOO LATE

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The growling follows us outside
Down the rickety stairs to the beach.
Laughter floats in the howling wind
As hot breath swirls around our necks.

Shadows fly at us on gossamer wings,
Tracking our shaky journey downward.
Darkness hides the beach below,
Sandy cushions await our final fall.

I fly with the wind to land on pillows,
Shaking the pixie dust from my eyes.
I leave Mike and David behind
As I race down the moonlit walkway.

A noose waits for me.

My neck fits perfectly in the hole.
Hooded creatures circle round the gazebo,
An appropriate place for my last stand.

Our games have just begun.

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